[ in the midst of trying to decide whether he should have something prepared for his dinner or settle for yesterday's leftovers, and similarly wondering whether or not mokuba's eaten his dinner yet, seto feels a different sort of prickling at the back of his neck. he glances over his shoulder with his eyes narrowed, a frown swiftly appearing on his face. he knows exactly where to look, so the open door doesn't slip past his notice even for a second. ]
If you want something, speak up. And stop staring.
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If you want something, speak up. And stop staring.
[ it's weird. ]